Zhou Heizi was scratching his head when he heard it. He had been promoted from a soldier to a company commander, and his knowledge was far behind the two of them. After hearing it, it felt like he was listening to a book from heaven, but he knew that he would benefit from hearing these things for the rest of his life.
, just keep it in mind.
Zhou Dongliang looked at Han Baihang with a different look. He held Han Baihang's hand enthusiastically, and his name changed unconsciously: "I have to go when the leader summons me. We will talk later."
Han Baihang behaved very well and did not lose any etiquette because of Zhou Dongliang's regard. He snapped to attention and said respectfully: "Yes, I resign due to my humble position."
When he walked out of the regiment headquarters, Han Baihang's back was already soaked. He breathed a long sigh of relief and thanked Zhou Heizi: "Batalion Commander, thank you for your kind words for me just now. I can't thank you enough for your kindness. I will repay you in the future."
Zhou Heizi laughed and returned to his rudeness, saying: "You are the soldier I recruited. If I don't help you, who will I help? It's also your boy's blessing. You can get into the eyes of the battalion commander. To tell you the truth, the battalion commander is Yu Shuai."
I was personally selected from Baoding Military Academy, you know what that means."
Han Baihang's eyes lit up: "Direct lineage!"
"That's right." Zhou Heizi patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "You will have a bright future if you follow the battalion commander."
"I understand." Han Baihang became even happier. There is nothing happier than finding a lap to hug.
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After returning to the company, Han Baihang originally thought that Zhou Dongliang would summon him again soon and entrust him with important tasks, but he did not expect that more than ten days would pass without any progress. As time passed, he became disappointed and gave up his heart.
Act as Zhou Heizi's adjutant and train troops for him.
What Han Baihang didn't know was that Zhou Dongliang said from behind: "This Han Baihang is a good person. He is more than enough to be a company commander. If he survives three battles, he can be a battalion commander." He wanted to promote Han Baihang, but now the positions in the battalion were like carrots and pitfalls.
There was no suitable position for him, and he had his own plan in mind. Han Baihang had abilities, but he still needed to sharpen his character, so he deliberately ignored Han Baihang and secretly observed his every move.
Han Baihang did not know the inside story and led the team to train step by step every day. The only gain was that his skin was tanned. He still adhered to the method of running the army by sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. He quickly won the support of the soldiers by getting along day and night.
Han Baihang is now prospering in the company. All the soldiers in the company were trained by him. He is on equal footing with several platoon leaders. Even the company commander Zhou Heizi is a brother to him, as if they are under one person.
Being above the entire company, he is extremely happy.
Just after dawn, the reveille bugle sounded "tick tock". Under Han Baihang's training, the soldiers of the first company were able to rush to the training ground to assemble within two minutes of the bugle sound.
After the assembly, there was a routine morning exercise. After the running exercise, the soldiers were steaming. Under the leadership of Han Baihang, they practiced Juntaiquan. After a month of hard training, the soldiers had already practiced Juntaiquan to a good standard.
In this way, the fists and feet generate wind, the shouts are powerful and majestic, becoming the most conspicuous scenery on the training ground.
There is always competition in the army, and the other companies couldn't stand being in the spotlight. At this time, a burly platoon leader from the second company folded his arms and watched a series of military punches, and said in a strange voice: "What the hell is this?"
As for boxing, I can't help but think that all the girls are better than this."
A platoon leader of the third company also commented and said mockingly: "It looks good but it's useless."
What the two said did not mean to avoid Yi Lian at all. Instead, they deliberately raised their voices so that everyone in Yi Lian could hear. Han Baihang knew that they were deliberately looking for trouble, so he did not pay attention to them and just continued to finish the set of punches.
Han Baihang could bear it, but He Dayong, the third platoon commander, had a hot temper that exploded at the slightest moment. He immediately got angry and cursed: "What the fuck, you two are chattering away, are you looking for trouble?"
The burly platoon leader of the Second Company suddenly darkened his face: "He Dazi, who are you scolding?"
He Dayong had suffered from smallpox when he was a child. He had pockmarks on his face. When someone poked the sore spot, he felt angry: "It's you I'm scolding!"
The burly platoon leader suddenly took two steps forward, clenched his fists, and snorted coldly: "He Mazi, you are looking for a fucking beating, don't you? If you have the guts, come out and let's practice."
He Dayong's expression changed, he took off his coat and walked up to the burly platoon leader: "Come here, I'm afraid you won't make it."
As a result of the quarrel between the two, the company could no longer practice its military martial arts. The soldiers shared the same hatred and huffed and crowded behind He Dayong, glaring at the burly platoon leader.
Chapter VII
The soldiers from the 1st Company and the 2nd Company and 3rd Company came forward not to be outdone. Both sides were bloody men. They had been simmering their anger for a month after training. They immediately began to curse and push each other. It was about to happen.
All martial arts.
Han Baihang, who had been watching coldly, frowned. He knew the consequences of a fight between these people, ranging from a beating with a military stick to the company commander Zhou Heizi being implicated. He couldn't stop fighting at any cost. He immediately rushed forward.
Entering the crowd, he shouted sternly: "Everyone in a row, please take three steps back."
In this month, he had established a lot of prestige in the company. Most of the people obeyed the order and took three steps back. Only the third platoon commander He Dayong and a few of his close soldiers did not retreat.
"Platoon Leader He, didn't you hear what I said?" Han Baihang shouted.
He Dayong stared: "You can bear this tone, but I can't. Don't stop me. I will be responsible for whatever happens."
"Fart, you know the consequences of a fight. You are the company commander's old subordinate. Calm down and don't cause trouble for him." Han Baihang was furious and whispered: "I will handle this matter, just listen.
My, this is an order!"
He Dayong gritted his teeth and said after a while: "I will believe you just once." After that, he took three steps back.
Han Baihang turned around, stood in a T-shape with his steps, smiled at the burly platoon leader, and said, "Brother, I taught Juntiquan. If you have any questions, tell me."
The burly platoon leader looked at the epaulettes of Private Han Baihang and said contemptuously: "You are not worthy of talking to me." He raised his chin and laughed at He Dayong: "He Dayong, don't act like a coward."
He Dayong was furious and was about to rush forward. Han Baihang suddenly turned back and snorted: "Don't let me repeat the order I gave you."
As soon as He Dayong took a step forward, he bumped into Han Baihang's shining cold eyes. His heart froze and he never dared to take the next step. He could see from Han Baihang's eyes that the consequences of disobeying orders would be serious. He lowered his head and said
Silent.
When Han Baihang looked at the burly platoon leader again, the smile was no longer on his face and he said expressionlessly: "Lianlian?"